you: that is a nice ass shirt
me: thank you but, to be honest, its called “pants” and not an “ass shirt”
We are not staying at Moe’s.
Maggie’s already drunk on the fumes.
And she’s a mean drunk.
You sing along to Panic At The Disco or you hop out of my car and walk
by Fall Out Boy
if you don’t understand why this is funny, I don’t think I can explain it to you.
by Panic! At The Disco